Paige was at the shelf, grabbing a couple of fluffy towels, when Catherine asked her question. She looked over her shoulder at Catherine and waved her off. “Sir Jayden made the specific request that I take care of you today. Trust me.”
This was news to Catherine, and in the back of her head, small warning bells went off. However, she wasn’t given time to dwell on them, because Paige arrived back, telling her to lift her butt while she slid one of the towels underneath Catherine. The other one she set to the side.
“You’re going to love this. Then, we’ll get you cleaned up for your next scene. And yes, it’s safe for occasional fun. You probably shouldn’t do it on a regular basis, though.” The words were punctuated by Paige pushing one of the tablets into Catherine’s pussy.
For several moments, Catherine wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen, other than the fact that Paige’s fingers felt amazing while they stroked her sex, teased her clit between slippery fingers, and then pinched her lips closed. She let out a garbled sound when Paige, still holding Catherine’s labia in a tight squeeze, started moving the flesh up and down so that her clit was taunted further.
Then she felt it. A warm, tingling sensation erupted inside her, and with each second that passed, it became warmer and was soon bordering on hot.
“Paige,” she whimpered.
The tingling spread, and Catherine swore she could feel the effervescent effect of the tablet fizzing and popping inside of her. It was incredible and frustrating at the same time, like the ultimate teasing of her inner flesh with no relief, no pressure in sight.
Another wave of sensation swept over Catherine when Paige released her firm hold and spread her lower lips apart, allowing the cool air to dance across her damp folds. The action resulted in a frothy mixture of fluids, which had built up inside Catherine, to ooze out and trickle down toward her awaiting anus.
Catherine cried out with needy desperation, her hands flying to her own breasts to yank and pull on her nipples, while Paige pushed three of her slim fingers into the fizzy mess. “Oh . . . Please . . .” The rocking of her hips was beyond her control, her body acting on instinct. Catherine’s orgasm began to build deep within, and she lost track of what Paige was doing to her.
All she knew for certain was that Paige’s small hand was stretching her and providing the pressure she wanted, making her feel more full than she could’ve imagined. When her orgasm hit, it was brutal and fierce, and it took Catherine a few seconds to realize it was her own voice screaming, “Aye” with such enthusiasm.
After the euphoria settled and Catherine could see straight once again, she noticed Paige was standing at the end of the table with her arms crossed over her chest and a smug look on her face.
“So, how was it?” Paige teased.
“How was it? Hmm, let me think . . .” Catherine laughed and threw her arms out to the side. “It was fucking fantastic!”
Giggling, Paige offered her a fresh glass of water. “Here you go, Erin. You need to replace some fluids—again!” She winked.
Thanking her friend, Catherine took the drink and sipped on it. “How in the world did you learn that little trick?”
“Have you had a chance to meet Mistress Katarina Svenson?”
Catherine nodded with a smile. “Oh, yeah. Master set up a session with her for my first candling experience—among other things.”
“Miss K is pretty amazing,” Paige agreed with a wistful sigh, and at Catherine’s quizzical look, she elaborated. “She was my Domme before I met Landon, and well, this little trick was a favorite of hers to torture me with.”
A frown marred Catherine’s features. “Paige, aren’t you supposed to call him Master?”
“Of course, if he’s with me, and we’re in play mode. Otherwise, it’s just Landon and Paige.” She shrugged like that was quite common.
Thinking about it, Catherine realized maybe it was. After all, weren’t there times she referred to Master by his given name?
“So the two of you are . . .” She hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. “Are you two a couple outside of the playroom?” she blurted, deciding to just throw it out there.
A dreamy look came over Paige’s face while she lifted her left hand and showed Catherine what she’d not observed before. “I’d say we’re more than just a couple. He proposed to me almost a year ago. We’ve been planning a Valentine’s Day wedding. Four months to go, and I couldn’t be more excited!”
Upon Paige’s left ring finger sat an elegant engagement ring. The main diamond was a marquis cut, but it was the band that held Catherine’s attention. Starting at a narrow point on the left edge of her finger, the white gold band widened as it came across her finger and wrapped around, reappearing on the other side in rose gold when it passed the starting point and swept off to the side. In the gap between the two colored parts of the band, the diamond was wedged, looking like a leaf. Two delicate solitaires were embedded in the white gold portion of the band.
“Oh, Paige, it’s gorgeous, and congratulations!” she exclaimed, choking down the jealous feeling which threatened to rear up. Getting off the table, Catherine set her water down and went to hug Paige, ignoring that their bare breasts were pressing into each other. “I love the two-toned gold.”
Paige blushed, and the smile that followed went all the way to her blue eyes while she tossed her long hair back over her shoulder. “He had it custom made to represent the two sides of our lives merging into one.” She was glowing with pride.
“That is such a beautiful sentiment.” Catherine reached out to finger the L’s dangling from Paige’s nipple rings. “Seems he is making sure you’re branded,” she mused, thinking how she wouldn’t mind being branded by Master.
“Mm-hm.” A shaky laugh escaped. “Funny you should put it that way.” Her hands had found their way to Catherine’s nipples and were fingering them with a soft touch. “He used to own a ranch outside of town, so he does have a habit of marking what’s his.”
“So, how does that work? I mean, how does one draw the line between Master and husband?” Was such a complicated relationship possible? Could Jayden see her that way? Just thinking his name caused a funny feeling in Catherine’s chest. Her thoughts continued, now on overdrive . . .
No. Master didn’t do personal relationships. He’d said as much when they’d first signed their contract together. They’d both agreed to the understanding that this was nothing more than a sexual relationship. Hell, he was fucking two other people besides her that she knew of. If there were a chance that he wanted something more with her, he wouldn’t have handed her over to complete strangers today. Would he? Oh, God. Sir Jonathan’s offer to take Catherine on repeated itself in her memory, along with the knowledge that she had more sessions today with an unknown number of Doms. Was that what today was? Had the ‘inspection’ Sir Jonathan performed not been part of the scene? Was Sir Jonathan looking her over as a potential acquisition? What about Miss K offering to take her on back in February? Catherine’s stomach soured again.
“No. No, please, no. I—I can’t,” Catherine mumbled and began to shake.
“Erin?”
Her world began crumbling around her, and panic took root. Catherine gasped for air, wrapping her arms around her mid-section.
“Erin! What’s wrong?”
Paige’s shriek snapped Catherine to attention, and she raised her watery eyes to meet her new friend’s.
“Paige,” Catherine started to cry. “He figured it out. I tried to be so good, so careful. He knows, and he’s going to get rid of me!” She thought she’d done so well at hiding her secret over the months, protecting her heart.
Paige had wrapped her arm around Catherine and was rubbing slow circles on her back. With a wince, Catherine became quite aware of every lash mark from Sir Jonathan’s whip. They now burned to her core when Paige’s soft hands brushed over them. Catherine flinched away from her.
“Shh, Erin,” she said in a calming voice. “Who knows what, sweetie
? What are you talking about?”
Turning wide eyes on her, Catherine choked out, “Jay . . . Master. He knows I’ve fallen in—in love with him. I wasn’t supposed to. He found out, and now he’s interviewing me with strange Doms to get rid of me. I broke the rules and he—” she swallowed a sob, “he doesn’t want me anymore!”
Warm arms embraced her. “Oh, Erin, sweetie, you’ve got it all wrong. He doesn’t want to get rid of you. I’ve never seen a Master so enamored of his submissive as Sir Jayden is with you.”
“But—” Catherine started to argue. Her gut was telling her that she was right, not Paige. Master had taken her pearl collar this morning and labeled her a slut. She now assumed she was to be auctioned off like cattle.
“No ‘buts,’ Erin. You have to believe me. I know this is all going to work out for you,” Paige said with affirmation.
Oh, how Catherine wanted to believe Paige, but in her mind she scoffed. Of course Paige thought it was all going to be fine. She had her fairytale: a Master and a life partner in one. Arguing with her would be pointless. Sad resolution became Catherine’s bedfellow when she came to what she felt was the right decision in her mind. No matter what, Catherine knew she’d always love Master, and because of that, she’d see the day out so that he wouldn’t be embarrassed by her behavior in front of his peers. However, when Master made the move to take her collar, she would just beat him to it. She would claim they needed to end their contract for personal reasons, and then try to walk out with her head held high. It would hurt less if Catherine were the one to leave.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Erin.
Straightening her back, Catherine looked up at Paige and managed a weak but determined smile. “If you say so. I’ll have to trust you for now,” she mumbled, while fingering the braided slut collar around her neck.
Paige’s mouth curled up at the edges. “That’s the spirit, Erin! Have faith in your Master to do right by you.”
Sure, faith that he’ll pass you to a capable new Master.
Catherine wanted to reach into her head and strangle that inner voice that didn’t know when to shut up.
“Come on, sweetie, between the massage oil and the by-product of the antacid you’re a mess. Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for your next session.” The mischievous glint was back in her eye.
“Paige, do you know what I’m doing next?” Catherine was more than ready to be done with the surprises; ready to call this day quits and crawl into the solitude of her room to cry for her broken heart in peace.
Grabbing her hand, Paige helped her off the table. “Yes. I do. And no, I’m not telling. Wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise, now would we?”
Oh, no. Why would we want to do something like that?
Together, they walked to the bathroom, Paige leading the way. “Go ahead and use the toilet while I get the water going.”
“I can do that, Paige. You don’t need to, promise, and the privacy would be nice.” She was fighting not to sound frustrated.
“Sorry, Erin, but it’s a direct order from my Master. I’m supposed to make sure you empty and then see to your grooming.”
Catherine sighed in compliance and went to sit down on the toilet.
“Oh, just a minute. I almost forgot.” Paige slapped the side of her head in a ‘duh’ gesture. “Can you lean over that counter? Go ahead and put your elbows on the edge and rest your forehead on your hands. This isn’t the best feeling, but it is required by my Master.”
Again Catherine complied, closing her eyes while she listened to Paige open a cupboard and move around.
“Okay, all ready. Widen your stance a little.”
Her butt cheeks were pulled apart, and then something thin and hard slid in, making her clench in surprise.
“Doing good, Erin, but I need you to relax and try not to resist the intrusion,” Paige instructed, while Catherine felt her bowels filling with something warm and wet.
“Paige! What the hell?” Catherine barked and tried to straighten up.
“Catherine, resume your position. Now,” a male voice commanded from the doorway.
CHAPTER SIX
“Samantha,” Jayden started in a firm tone, but then paused.
She knew she was required to present herself at Jayden’s request when in his office. Samantha was aware that when her skirt was raised, he was to see bare skin at the apex of her legs. When her blouse was open, Jayden should see her dark brown nipples pointing at him off the tips of her little B-cup titties.
Did she want to be punished? The psyche of most submissives not only wanted, but needed—no, required punishment in addition to pleasure. The very act of correcting a sub let them know that their Dom cared and was paying attention to their every action, silent or otherwise.
His next thought brought him to the realization that he had been failing Samantha in this regard since his feelings for Catherine had become more than Master and submissive. Disheartened, Jayden saw that he’d been using Samantha as nothing more than a common whore to get his jollies while he’d failed her as a Dom.
After taking a deep breath to steady his voice, Jayden started again. “Samantha, do you want to be punished?”
The look she bestowed on him was direct and pleading, while a tear fell from the corner of her eye. “Yes. Please, Sir.”
Well, hell. Sometimes I hate being right.
“Very well, kitten.” He used her pet name to let her know that he was no longer angry with her; that he’d acknowledged his transgression. Opening the top drawer of his desk, Jayden punched in the code on the hidden compartment, from which he pulled out a key. Rising from his seat, he directed her, “Follow me.”
They traveled the distance of the room to a wooden door at the back of Jayden’s office. It was no different from any of the other doors except that it was locked, and no one but Jayden and Samantha had access to the keys. This room was not on the security camera grid for the building.
The door made no noise when Jayden pushed it open and waved her inside. “Standing ready position, Samantha.”
Jayden watched her take position in the center of his playroom. The walls were a deep green, and the furniture was mahogany: sturdy, thick pieces with hints of burgundy in the grain. There were no windows. While the décor was similar to Jayden’s home playroom, this one was not as elaborate, housing just the basics.
Unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it from his shoulders, Jayden told Samantha to remove her tattered blouse and skirt. After closing the door, Jayden hung his shirt from a hook on the back before slipping his shoes off to set them against the baseboards with neat precision. When he turned back around, Samantha was standing in her bra, panties, garter belt, and thigh-highs.
What he was about to do wasn’t something normal, but Jayden knew he needed to forge ahead for both of them. He walked over to the toy cupboard and threw open the doors. Perusing his options, he chose a riding crop with a large paddle tip because it would hurt less than the crops with the small ones. Those always delivered a stinging pop that lasted a while. His goal was not to hurt Samantha, but to correct her indiscretions. For a minute, he considered taking out her temporary collar and placing her in it, but he decided against it in light of what would be happening later. Before returning to her, Jayden also slipped the emergency knife from his first aid kit into his pocket.
His resolve carried him forward to begin. Moving behind Samantha, Jayden administered a few light smacks to the backs of her thighs and outthrust elbows with the crop.
She trembled.
“Tell me, my kitten. Why am I about to darken your skin instead of licking your slit until you are creamy and ready for me to fuck until you come on my cock?” Jayden inquired while working his crop around the front of her body, continuing to apply light smacks against her hips, thighs, and stomach. When her mouth opened to answer, he stepped back to give Samantha his full attention.
In a shaky, quiet voice, she replied, “Your submissive is to present a naked cunt w
hen her skirt is raised, Sir.”
Jayden let the crop snap out and thwack against her satin-covered pussy.
A soft whimper escaped her lips.
“Continue,” he commanded.
“Your submissive is also to present bare tits with erect nipples at Sir’s request.” The last word became garbled when his crop snapped against each of her tits in rapid succession.
A return trip to the cupboard had him selecting two more toys. Glancing at his watch, Jayden noted that he had plenty of time to issue a thorough punishment before moving ahead with his original plans for Samantha. He laid the new toys onto the rolling cart he kept on hand, grabbed one more thing from the drawer and slipped it into his other pocket before he returned to Samantha.
“Kitten, I will admit that I’ve not been attending to your needs. This has been an oversight on my part, and we’ll discuss the reason in depth at the end of our time today—though I’d hazard a guess you already know why. In acknowledgement of my error, I will allow you to choose your punishment tool,” he offered in concession while nodding at the cart.
Her icy-blue eyes looked over the display: the crop that he’d already used on her, the suede flogger with its knotted ends, and the large wooden paddle with holes drilled into it. The last was his preferred tool for punishment, and Samantha had never felt its bite.
“If it pleases you, Sir, this girl would like the flogger, please.” Her voice was steady and sure.
“Admirable choice, kitten, but first, a few wardrobe adjustments are in order,” Jayden declared, stepping toward her while pulling the knife out of his pocket. Her audible gasp made him stop and look at her. “Shh . . . I’m not going to hurt you. Much.”
Trailing the knife point across the tops of her breasts, Jayden slid the blade under one of her bra straps, and with a flick of his wrist the honed edge sliced through it. The other strap was soon cut as well. Jayden ran the knife through the pretty bow sitting between her tits, and what remained of her bra fell to the floor. He was pleased to see her nipples engorged and solid, pointing out into the room. Next, he dragged the knife down Samantha’s stomach, leaving a white line in its wake that became a raised, pink welt when the blood pooled just beneath the surface of her skin. Two swift cuts through the sides of her panties, and he watched them join the ruined bra on the floor.
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